F*** the f***ing f***ers!!!!

I hate my ( the following is rated 'R' for _B_A_D_ language )

Ahem..

Now that I've gotten my aggresions out of the way, I am feeling slightly calmer. Let's see if I can run down today without losing it again:

Came in, and got right to work replacing a shift for a part-timer who couldn't make her morning shift tomorrow. Things went well replacing it. The manager tossed a couple of things my way, and I handled them in stride, though I began to see how Joyce could lose it with him. He nags at you, and when you get tired of it, he gets offended like you are doing something to him.

( I was supposed to check line numbers... )

Right now, I feel like Bilbo: Stretched and thin. If this keeps up, I'm going to feel like something far worse.